She was a classmate of mine all the high school years. Petite, dark haired, and a nice body she knew how to use: she loved turning on all the boys around. The kind of girl who will sit on your lap at a classroom break while wearing a short skirt. Of course, the other girls at high school labeled her a slut.
She appreciated my sense of humour and we became friends at some point in the first year, and we started sharing a friendship for years. At the third year she started having problems to pass some exams and she asked me for some help. I enjoyed spending time with her, she was hot and she knew I liked her, but I thought she was out of my league. It was true: she started dating older guys. I got friendzoned.
The story gets interesting after I finished the high school. She had to repeat the last year of high school and I started attending the university. She asked me for some help again for the finals at the end of that year. I was fine with that and we met at my dorm room. She was dating an older guy with a job and a motorbike (sounds like a cliche but when you’re 19 and you depend on your parents, this makes a difference!). I knew that she thought it was something serious, and my interest had already moved to other girls I met at college. So I was expecting nothing would happen.